Messy Story of the Week She swore she wouldn’t say it that way. The words came out anyway. Sharp. Familiar. The exact tone she remembered from her own childhood.She watched her child’s shoulders tense and felt the drop in her stomach before the sentence was even finished. Later that night, afte...

  Messy Story of the Week It was one of those mornings.The cereal spilled, the printer jammed, the six-year-old couldn’t find her shoes, and Jan heard herself mutter, “Why does everything have to be so hard?” No one answered, but the question hung there in the air.A few minutes later, she heard t...